Storms and Yellow Brick Roads
Just a ranting of mine.
I dont see how anyone can accurately “blog” or write about their CURRENT situation in life with any sense of true clarity as to what is going on… As though it has already been written. When I am “truly” experiencing life, I cannot tell a soul what it is I am going through unless and until I have passed that time or era in my life and am ready to move on.
Each era of my life is a chapter. It has to happen in order for the story to go on… I can’t make it up as I go, or try to predict it or confuse matters more with my tyrades and over-reactions or bantering slanders to the public.
These storms go on the entire time, but thats for the inside. If it’s worth being told it will be there when the storm has passed.
And I cant stop to explain any of it.
Because, as of right now, I don’t know where the author sits. I guess I can’t blindly let life lead me by it’s reigns. I have to feel and live what is happening as it is happening… When the complexity of that situation has come to a point of clarity that I can see a solid form… then I can figure it out and let it out.
To be able to write about it, means that I have touched back down, or that I am atleast beginning to feel alive again.
This is first gear. Pain is always involved. Special people always enter my life to help when I need it most. I experience things that, upon combination, create a melody that is mine and mine alone. Only my ears will ever really know the tones and the way the notes held me or dropped me from my throne. Awe-inspiring. It just brings me to my knees.
... And the wheels start-a turning. I am either Dorothy, or Alice in Wonderland.
As with always, love and kitten meow whiskers to you …. I love you.
~Sheila
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